Taikoo Temple.

The little Taoist priest was eighteen or nineteen, with a thin figure, a sallow face, and a big green robe that did not fit, which made him even more thin.

At first glance, he is a sick seedling.

"Ahem!"

He picked up the medicine jar and poured the freshly boiled medicine soup into the bowl.

Cool and cool, drink into the stomach, the taste is bitter.

Suddenly, the little Taoist priest felt that his chest and abdomen were warm, the meridians were smooth, and his body was better.

Speaking of which, Lin Yi has only occupied this body for three days.

Three days ago, he crossed over from the earth and became a small Taoist priest in the Taoist temple, with the Taoist name "Freedom".

In fact, he was not comfortable at all, the little Taoist priest was weak and sickly, had a cowardly personality, was often bullied, forced to do heavy work and tiring work, and his physique deteriorated.

No, a serious illness killed him ten days ago.

It was Lin Yi's crossing that made him "come back from the dead".

Boom!

The door was kicked open and slammed against the wall, sending dust to the ground.

A Taoist priest with five big and three thick was blocking the door, with his waist crossed and his eyebrows raised, his upright stomach was about the same as a water tank, and the fat on his face trembled.

"Wang Ba Lamb, it's lazy to run here!"

Lin Yi frowned slightly, "Senior brother, I'm boiling medicine." ”

It turned out that this fat-headed and big-eared Taoist priest was a self-contained senior brother, called "Zitong".

"Boil, you sick ghost doesn't have a few years to live, and you waste Lao Tzu's medicine money in vain. Zitong sneered.

He wished that his junior brother would burp and pull him down.

So when the little Taoist priest was sick, he ignored it.

Now he figured it out, no, this guy is dead, who will work for Lao Tzu?

It's better to do it for a few years before you die!

Zitong walked around the house with his hands behind his back and ordered: "Hurry up and boil water, Lao Tzu must wash his feet." ”

Lin Yi turned a deaf ear and picked up the bowl and drank the medicinal soup.

Thinking about how to cope.

"Wang Ba Lamb, do you hear?" Zi Tong picked up a rolling pin in his hand, and made a fierce gesture to fight.

"Okay, senior brother. Lin Yi responded, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Just kidding, except for his parents in his life, he has never washed anyone's feet.

How can a dead fat man be deed?

"Bad goods, phew!" Seeing that Lin Yi was soft, he spat on his lips, beaming.

He didn't know that the little Taoist priest in front of him was no longer his junior brother, and he was still used to calling and intimidating with sticks.

In the past three days, Lin Yi has gradually fused the memories of the little Taoist priest, and naturally knows their past clearly.

The two brothers are orphans picked up by the old watchman, and they grew up together, and they should be like brothers, but they can be self-conscious, like to bully, comfortable and cowardly, and are oppressed by their senior brothers.

The old viewer was okay when he was there, and he was jealous.

Two years ago, the old viewer passed away, revealing his true nature, taking the position of the old viewer to the master of freedom, and calling him as a slave, either beating or scolding.

The big and small jobs in the Taoist temple are done by yourself, and you have to wash clothes, wash your feet and cook for Zitong, and serve you like the emperor Lao Tzu.

All the money given by the pilgrims went to his own hands.

I can't fall on one side, and I have a lot of sticks.

Lin Yi checked his body when he just crossed, and found that there were hundreds of large and small scars and bruises, at first he thought that the little Taoist priest had some enemies, but it turned out that they were all done by the senior brother.

Snort!

The kettle was boiling and steaming.

Lin Yi poured the hot water into the footbath and took it out of the house.

Zitong lives in the West Wing, which is the room of the old master in the past.

At this time, he was half-lying on the bed, leaning against the wall, holding a plate of peanuts in his hand, eating with relish.

"Wang Ba Lamb, the work is getting slower and slower, be careful of Lao Tzu pumping you," he said fiercely, and immediately sat up, crossed his feet, "Take off your shoes!"

Lin Yi remained silent, stepped forward as usual for the little Taoist, and took off the thick and big cloth boots on his feet.

Feet are bubbling up.

The stench is blowing in your face.

It's so sour, I can't believe it!

Lin Yi had been a soldier in his previous life, and his endurance was extraordinary, and he was also dizzy.

I really don't know how the little Taoist priest endures it!

In the stinking sky, Zitong chewed peanuts while humming a little song, not to mention how happy he was.

Look at it, like a rich man.

Lin Yi held his breath, brought the basin of boiling hot water, put it on the side of the bed, and then reached out and grabbed Zitong's calf, and decisively pressed those two feet into the hot water.

Wash your feet, let you wash yourself!

Laugh at!

Piping hot.

His feet immediately turned into pigar red trotters.

"Ah......h

Zitong took a breath before he reacted, let out a scream like killing a pig, and rolled over and smashed on the bed.

The footbasin was kicked and flew up, and hot water splashed.

"Ah...... The Eight Lambs...... You...... You forgot to mix cold water!" The anger and severe pain made Zitong's face redder than his feet, and he screamed at the top of his throat.

He lowered his legs and saw that his feet were covered with dense blisters, like dewdrops.

Crystalline, clear, and a little ruddy.

He was angry and scolded, but when he saw Lin Yi's calm expression, he suddenly realized: "Wang Ba Lamb, you ...... You did it on purpose!"

Lin Yi smiled slightly, "Senior brother, are you comfortable?"

Zitong raised his eyebrows angrily, and his eyes almost popped out, "You...... You're looking for death!"

According to his temper, the little Taoist priest teased him like this, he really dared to kill him.

But his feet are all hot bubbles, and he can't get out of bed, how can he beat people?

"Look who's looking for death!"

Lin Yidao immediately turned around and walked out of the room.

When I came back, I had an extra kitchen knife in my hand.

The knife is used to chop bones, and it is very sharp.

"Senior brother, you say, if I slaughter you and bury you in the vegetable garden now, will outsiders know?"

Lin Yi sharpened his knife and asked with a smile.

Zitong trembled all over, and his arrogant momentum was instantly suppressed by Lin Yi, especially when he looked at the abyss-like calm eyes, he felt even more frightened.

Is this guy still the junior brother who is obedient and can't fight back?

Is it crazy?

Lin Yi pinched the kitchen knife and patted Zitong's face with the knife surface, snapping, "Senior brother, why don't you scold, continue to scold, don't stop!"

"Senior brother, there is something to say," Zitong sat on the bed, crossed his hot red feet, and squeezed out an ugly smirk on his face, "We are senior brothers, why bother to hurt the harmony with the knife, you can forgive the senior brother, hehe." ”

He was completely stunned.

With his figure, he is naturally not afraid of Lin Yi.

Now he can't get out of bed, and people are still holding kitchen knives, how can he fight?

Hacking him to death is the same as playing.

Lin Yi threatened, frightened the always arrogant Zitong, and was honest, almost kneeling down and bowing three times.

He did it on purpose.

In his previous life, he believed in one thing: others are good to you, no matter how good you are to him, you should be, and if others are evil to you, you will be treated in their way.

The reason why the wicked person bullies you is because he tramples on your bottom line and violates your interests, and you do not resist.

He has to make inches, and you still make promises.

until they are completely trampled underfoot.

It is useless to deal with people who deceive good and fear evil like Zitong, and it is useless to be calm and reasonable, and it is even more useless to be low.

There must be a ruthlessness that directly suppresses his arrogance and makes him tremble when he sees you!